I didn't bother with a shawl or the fact that I basically was wearing nothing but some grammy pants underwear and a thin night gown. I didn't even bother with shoes. I told him to lead the way and started running. It just went to show how dire the situation was that he didn't mention my under dressing either.
Outside the air tasted of ice and felt like cold metal melded over the skin. My feet almost instantly went numb as I took a short cut across the gardens and grass to the gate that would lead to the homes of the hire up servants required to be at work at any and all times. The little homes were modest, but well made and set next to each other like townhouses in an England town. They were at least two stories and varied in color and whatever the occupant decided to do with the little gardens in front of them.